Summaries

“The way he flips between softness and cruelty is giving me whiplash.”

“Jonathan tightens his fingers around my throat, jerking my neck up. “Look at me. Watch me own you.”

"Maybe mope around is the wrong word. I'm sulking like a whore without clients."

“I never wanted anyone but you.”

“Being enemies doesn’t change the fact that you’re fucking mine.”

“I would've found you no matter what, Princess. It was a matter of when, not if.”

"You tame my darkness, calm my chaos, and quiet the voices. I don’t only love you, but I’m physically unable to live without you."

“Frankly, I’d rather be dead than be a panic-riddled recluse.”

When have we ever been able to let go of the things that hurt us most?

Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.